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eyesofaserpent) wrote2008-03-19 01:57 pm
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Oh, Great...
Who: Crowley, Christopher, Vicki, and ...?
Date and time: March 19, night
Where: City Park, Hospital
Rating: Worksafe, language
Summary: Crowley's unusually quiet, which may not be all that good...
Crowley grumbled and walked the park. It reminded him slightly of St. James park as there was a pond with ducks in it looking expectantly at him. Of course he didn't have any bread crumbs, that was the angel's duty. He was, in fact, eating an apple. He'd grown rather fond of the fruit over the many centuries.
And now that he was here, it seemed the angel was bound and determined to be locked in his bookshop. Joy. Now that Crowley had rational company that he, dare I say it, enjoyed, the bastard was hiding again. Crowley wondered just how bad it could be if they stayed here. He rather liked his world. He understood it. And this place was eccentric at best, downright bat shit crazy at worst.
He skipped a rock over the pond, narrowly avoiding a duck (that was now flying off with a start). He took another bite of the apple.
Date and time: March 19, night
Where: City Park, Hospital
Rating: Worksafe, language
Summary: Crowley's unusually quiet, which may not be all that good...
Crowley grumbled and walked the park. It reminded him slightly of St. James park as there was a pond with ducks in it looking expectantly at him. Of course he didn't have any bread crumbs, that was the angel's duty. He was, in fact, eating an apple. He'd grown rather fond of the fruit over the many centuries.
And now that he was here, it seemed the angel was bound and determined to be locked in his bookshop. Joy. Now that Crowley had rational company that he, dare I say it, enjoyed, the bastard was hiding again. Crowley wondered just how bad it could be if they stayed here. He rather liked his world. He understood it. And this place was eccentric at best, downright bat shit crazy at worst.
He skipped a rock over the pond, narrowly avoiding a duck (that was now flying off with a start). He took another bite of the apple.
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And he frowned, admitting with reluctance, "I wasn't actually trying to hit it."
And then he smelt blood, any demon worth his corporeal form would recognize the scent. He sniffed the air and turned toward the scent and his eyes adjusted to the dark shadows beyond the lamp posts' reach to spot the prone form. "What the.....?"
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"Is something wrong?" The boy asked simply curious.
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Still, she was unconscious. Whether her body hadn't realized the change, or the concussion was still settling it wasn't entirely clear, but she didn't move upon the grass. As one grew closer, they could see a fit woman probably in her early thirties. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans though they were ripped ragged in a few areas from the fight. Dark sneakers hid her feet and matched the black tank top and black leather jacket that she wore on her upper half. Though her body lay twisted, it was clear she was quite fit, possibly some sort of trained athlete or military woman.
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He knelt by the woman and lightly touched her shoulder. She didn't seem to be in that great condition with the wounds and all.
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"This woman needs help," he reached over to lift up her head, you always did that with injured people. "Where is there a doctor?" Though he was young he was trying to take command of the situation as if he were entitled, even known so little as he did. "I don't know enough to help her I can only clean the blood off and the dirt."
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Now feeling a touch on her shoulder, she waited until she could get a brief sense of position and she reacted on instinct alone. Just as Christopher's hands were coming down to her head, Vicki jerked up, her right had in a fist to give a vicious right cross in the direction of Crowley's chin. She panted hard, body in over drive once more as she instinctively prepared for a fight. Once through the punch she scrambled backwards, fingertips trying to reach for her gun tucked in the back of her pants.
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"Excuse me madam, but you do not look well at all. Perhaps we could find somewhere and see to your wounds, then we can discuss what is going on?" Christopher did not act as if this was unusual behavior, though deep down inside he was at a loss, he was just good at bluffing.
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"I want to see my mother's body. Where did you put her??" Vicki growled out carefully, flickering a brief look over her shoulders but she could see -nothing- in the shadows. If her mother's corpse was still near, and that seemed unlikely, she couldn't see it no matter how much she wanted. She breathes out hard, trying to get a sudden bearing on her surroundings. This wasn't the lab any more. The smell of death in the air was gone. What the hell had that woman done to her? "...Where am I?" She demanded, a touch more calmly than before but still with a severe, commanding tone to her husky voice.
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"As for where you are... That's a good question. I don't think there's a name for this place.... But I can definitely tell you it's not in your world, or any of ours for that matter."
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He continued to sit meetly on the ground, only adjusting himself slightly to be more comfortable. "This realy is an interesting city."
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"Not in my... world? I was in Kingston. Ontario. You know, up in Canada. I can't imagine I've gotten all that far. Did you see a girl? Blonde hair, blue eyes? Lab coat? She... she must have left me here. Gotten rid of the bodies, so to speak." Vicki's adrenaline was quickly ebbing as she realized that Catherine was gone, Number Nine was finally, truly dead, and her mother was no where near here. There was nothing more that she could do so her body was stopping the fight.
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He frowned some. "Fuck... Good thing Aziraphale isn't here.... He'd be chomping at the bit to do some bloody good and perform a miracle or two..."
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"I still think someone should look at you before there are anymore questions. But," he shrugged. "If you don't care about that no one can force you."
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She released a shaken little breath as she finally tucked her gun back into the waist of her jeans, making certain the safety is still on before her slightly trembling hands fell back to her side. "I... I can clean it up in a bit. I don't think it's too bad." Or she's in shock, but then she'd been numbed since she got the phone call about her mother's death. This was no different from that. "Where -are- we, then?"
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Turning to Crowley he looked a bit surprised. "You have a car? can I see it later?"
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